Even lesser-known entities joined: lumen sprites, tiny orbs of pure energy zipping like comets, detonating on impact with force rivaling nukes; terra guardians, golem-like beings of living stone, earthquakes following their charges; aether sirens, whose hypnotic songs warped perceptions, luring into traps.
Dracula, bereft of blood and essence, embodied primal ferocity—a primogenitor vampire reduced to physical supremacy, instincts, and unyielding intellect. He navigated the maelstrom with predatory finesse, evading Zeus's bolts by vaulting into seraphim clusters, using their forms as momentary cover before dismantling them with claw rakes that severed wings and extinguished lights. Against the Primordial Dragon's inferno, he charged undaunted, skin blistering yet enduring, closing distance to unleash a barrage of strikes targeting vulnerable under-scales, eliciting roars that shattered nearby titans.
